User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-7662967-20150401232532

Down in the galley below decks; even separated from most of the other slaves, was a vixen. She was chained to one of the oars at the very back of the ship, and she sat alone. Her rowing partner had died near half a season ago .. and the corsairs hadn't bothered to replace them.

Those scummy cowards .. they wanted her dead.

''I will not give them the satisfaction .. I will not give up! That would mean they have won .. and they will not!''

Once, she'd been part of their crew. She'd been the daughter of the former captain, the one Cawn had slain. That stoat had put her down here, to row her life away .. he thought it would keep her subdued.

''But he is wrong .. so wrong. I may look broken, like an old, tired plow-horse .. but I have spirit. And the day I get the chance ... Cawn will die.''

This was said mentally, an in a grimly determined tone. The blue gray fox maid narrowed her blue eyes in hatred .. the eyes she got her name from.

Azul.

Those vermin hardly noticed her presence .. but she noticed theirs. She'd seen all, watched the new 'recruits', listened to Ragaragh's threats ... she was the observer. Half forgotten and hated yes .. but deadly all the same.

''Even if it kills me .. I will get free. They will not win .. not this time.''